Nighthawks At The Diner - Lyrics
1(Opening Intro)
2Emotional Weather Report
4On A Foggy Night
6Eggs & Sausage (In a Cadillac With Susan Michelson)
8Better Off Without A Wife
9Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street)
11Warm Beer and Cold Women
13Putnam County
14Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)
17Big Joe and Phantom 309
18Spare Parts II and Closing

(Opening Intro)
(Tom Waits 1975)
Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rapheal's Silver Cloud Lounge. Slip me a little crimson Jimson, give me the low down Brown, I want some scoop Betty Boop. I'm on my way into town.
Course I'd rather...want to thank you all for opening the program for us. I'm so God damn horny that the crack of dawn better be careful around me.
Yeah, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah, a little news I'd like to throw your direction. See I...I used to know a girl, yeah and it was a hubber hubber and ding ding ding. I said 'Baby, you got everything.' A week later it was a hubber hubber and ding ding dong, baby it sure didn't last too long.
I know things are tough all over, ain't getting any better. I was moved, kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forcast for you this evening. What I'm talking about is...well you know I've been playing night clubs and staying out all night long, come a home late, gone for three months, come back and everything in the refrigerator turns into a science project. So you get designs on a waitress you know. She got three or four kids, she's sorting out her cheques and she's counting out her change, you say 'Hey baby, heat me up a bearclaw on the radar range'. Well and then it gets real cold.

Emotional Weather Report
(Tom Waits 1975)
What we're talking about is late night and early morning low clouds
With a chance of fog, chance of showers into the afternoon
With variable high cloudiness and gusty winds
Gusty winds at times around the corner of Sunset and Alvorado
Yeah I know, things are tough all over
When the thunder storms start increasing over the southeast
and south central portions of my apartment, I get upset
And a line of thunderstorms was developing in the early morning hours
Ahead of a slow moving coldfront, cold blooded
With, with tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday
For the areas including the western region of my mental health
And the northern portions of my ability to deal rationally
With my disconcerted precarious emotional situation
It's cold out there
Colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night
Flash flood watches covered the southern portion of my disposition, yeah
There was no severe weather well into the afternoon
Except for a kind of a lone gust of wind in the bedroom

High pressure zone, covering the eastern portion of a small suburban community
With a 1034 millibar high pressure zone and a weak pressure ridge
Extending from my eyes down to my cheeks
Since you left me baby and put the vice grips on my mental health
Well the extended outlook for an indefinite period of time
Until you come back to me baby
Is high tonight, low tomorrow, and precipitation is expected

That wraps up the weather for this evening
And now back to the eleven O' clock blues
Dr. George Fischbeck ain't got nothing on me

(Tom Waits 1975)
Well I think it's about time I took you on an improvisational adventure into the bowels of the metropolitan region. Looks like a bonafide, high voltage, decked out in full regalia, Angelino audience. Driving in, in Subarus, Pintos, Malibus, Oldsmobiles. A small suburan community. This is a...kind of about 2.30 in the morning, you've been standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth and you climb into the helm of a 1958 monkey shit brown Buick Super and your on your way home. A luxury automobile, bought it dollar bills, Easy Autos for next to nothing. Cruising along, everythings going fine, put a little smooth music on the stereo. Light up an Old Gold, save the coupon. Gotta think in terms of that patio furniture, that Toro mower man. Your on the Santa Monica freeway headed in an easterly direction, you just past the La Cienega turn off and you run into a cold fog bank.

On A Foggy Night
(Tom Waits 1975)
It's all upon a foggy night, an abandoned road
In a twilight mirror mirage
No indication of any kind of service station
Or an all night garage, I was misinformed
I was misdirected cause the interchange never intersected
Leaving me marooned beneath a bloodshot moon
All upon a foggy night, foggy night
All upon a foggy night
It's kind of an abandoned road, blurred brocade collage
Is that a road motel? I can't really tell
You gotta tell me is that a vacancy lodge?
There's no consolation, what kind of situation
To be aimlessly askew amidst a powder blue?
No tell tail light clue, yeah, spun like just like a spell you spin
This precarious pandemonium
Roslyn, I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night

Like a sweepstake ticket or a Broadway arcade
Heads you win, tails I lose
And rambling, gambling all upon a foggy night
Foggy night, foggy night, foggy night
Got the vice grips on my personality
It's all upon a foggy night
All upon a foggy night
All upon a foggy night
On a foggy night
All upon a foggy, all upon a foggy night

(Tom Waits 1975)
I was always eh, kinda want to like consider myself kind of a pioneer of the palette, a restaurateur if you will. I've wined, dined, sipped and supped in some of the most demonstrably beamer epitomable bistros in the Los Angles metropolitan region. Yeah, I've had strange looking patty melts at Norms. I've had dangerous veal cutlets at the Copper Penny. Well what you get is a breaded salsbury steak in a shake-n-bake and topped with a provocative sauce of Velveeta and uh, half-n-half. Smothered with Campbell's tomato soup. See I have kinda of a uh...well I order my veal cutlet, Christ it left the plate and it walked down to the end of the counter. Waitress, ? she's wearing those rhinestone glasses with the little pearl thing clipped on the sweater. My veal cutlet come down, tried to beat the shit out of my cup of coffee. Coffee just wasn't strong enough to defend itself.

Eggs And Sausage(In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson)
(Tom Waits 1975)
Nighthawks at the diner
Emma's forty-niner
There's a rendezvous of strangers
Around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?

It's a graveyard charade it's a late shift masquerade
And it's two for a quarter, dime for a dance
Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's glance
Now the register rings
Now the waitress sings

Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?

The classified section offers no direction
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
I've been eighty-sixed from your scheme
Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
Now the lead pipe morning fall
Now the waitress call

Eggs and sausage, now a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
And now what kind of pie?
la mode if you will
Just come in and join the crowd
Have some time to kill
See I just come in to join the crowd
Have some time to kill
Just come in to join the crowd
Cause I have some time to kill

(Tom Waits 1975)
For all the bachelors out there tonight, yeah for anybody who's never whistled this song.
Maybe you whistled it but you lost the sheet music.
Um...this is um...well actually I don't mind going to weddings or anything, as long as there not my own I show up. But I've always kinda been partial to calling myself up on the phone and asking myself out, you know? Oh yeah, you call yourself up too huh? Yeah, well one thing about it, your always around. Yeah I know, yeah you ask yourself out, you know, some class joint somewhere. The Buretto King or something, you know. Well I ain't cheap you know. Take yourself out for a couple of drinks maybe. Then there'd be some provocative conversation on the way home. Park in front of the house you know. Oh yeah, you smoothly put a little nice music on, maybe you put on like uh, you know, like shopping music, something thats not too interruptive you know and then uh slide over real nice and say 'Oh I think you have something in your eye'. Well maybe it's not that romantic with you but Christ I don't know, you know I get into it you know. Take myself up to the porch, take myself inside or maybe uh, or may get a little something, a brandy snifter or something. 'Would like you like to listen to some of my back records? I got something here' Uh Well usually about 2.30 in the morning you've ended up taking advantage of yourself. There ain't no way around that you know. Yeah, making a scene with a magazine, there ain't no way around. I'll confess you know, I'm no different you know. I'm not weird about it or anything, I don't tie myself up first. I just kinda spend a little time with myself
So this is kind of a little anthem here.

Better Off Without A Wife
(Tom Waits 1975)
All my friends are married
Every Tom and Dick and Harry
You must be strong if your to go it alone
Here's to the bachelors and the Bowery bums
Those who feel that they're the ones
That are better off without a wife

Cause I like to sleep until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
Going out when I want to and I'm coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission, wanna to go out fishing
Never have to ask for the key

Well I've never been no Valentino
But I dad a girl who lived in Reno
Left me for a trumpet player who didn't get me down
He was wanted for assault
Though he said it weren't his fault
You know the coppers rode him right out of town

I've been sleeping until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
And I've been Going out when I wanna coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission, wanna to go out fishing
Never have to ask for the key

Kinda selfish about my privacy
Now as long as I can be with me
We get along so well I can't believe
I love to chew the fat with folks
I've been listening to all your dirty jokes
I'm so thankful for these friends I do receive

I've been sleeping until the crack of noon
Midnight howling at the moon
And I've been Going out when I wanna coming home when I please
Don't have to ask permission, I wanna to go out fishing
Never have to ask for the keys, no

Yeah, I've got this girl I know, man and I just...she's been married several times. I don't wanna end up like her, I mean she's been married so many times she's got rice marks all over her face. Yeah you know the kind.

Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street)
(Tom Waits 1975)
Goodness bass player should be chained up somewhere
I wanna take you on a kind of inebriational travelogue here
Well, ain't got no spare, you ain't got no jack, you don't give a shit you ain't never coming back
Maybe your standing on the corner of 17th and Wazee Streets, yeah
Out in front of the Terminal bar there's a Thunderbird moving in muscatel sky
You've been drinking cleaning products all night
Open for suggestions
It's a kinda about eh...well it's kinda about going down to the corner and say
'Well I'm just going down to the corner to get a pack of cigarettes I'll be back in a minute'
Yeah, check out the street and it looks likes kinda of a...
kinda of a blur drizzle down the plateglass
And there's a neon swizzle stick stirring up the sultry night air
Looks like a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
As the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
Down on the corner I'm freezing
On a restless boulevard in a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
With the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the stroll
The buildings towering high above
Lit like dominoes or black dice
Used car salesmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard slacks
And Foster Grant wrap-around
Pacing in front of rainbow EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 merchandise
Like barkers at a shooting gallery
They throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money just as well as anybody else's here
Come on over here now
Let me put the cut back in your strut and the glid back in your slide
Now climb aboard a custom Oldmobile and let me take you for a ride"
Or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the right time you know
come over here"
Well you know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
In a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
And decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
And all the piss yellow gypsy cabs
That stack up in the taxi zones and the're waiting like pinball machines
To be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
Like truckers welcome diners
With dirt lots full of Peterbilts and Kenworths and Jimmy's and the like
They're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes
Man, the're over driven and the're under paid
The're over fed and the're a day late and a dollar short
Christ I got my lips around a bottle and I got my foot on the throttle
And I'm standing on the corner
Standing on the corner like a "just in town" jasper
I'm on a street corner with a gasper
Looking for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin
Stroking a goateed chin, using parking meters as walking sticks On the inebriated stroll
With my eyelids propped open at half mast

But you know over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
Well it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two
And in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke
Why it was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
And the chalk squeaked and the floorboards creaked
And an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow shade
Old Jack Chance himself leaning up against a Wurlitzer
And he was eyeballing out a 5 ball combination shot
Impossible you say? Hard to believe?
Perhaps out of the realm of possibility? Nah
Cause he'll be stretchin' out long tawny fingers
Out across a cool green felt in a provocative golden gate
He got a full table railshot that's no sweat
And I leaned up against my bannister
And wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2
I was lookin' for maybe 'Wine, Wine, Wine' by the Night Caps
Starring Chuck E. Weiss or maybe...
Maybe a little something called 'High Blood Pressure'
By George 'cryin' in the streets' Perkins, no dice
"Cause that's life," that's what all the people say
Your riding high in April, seriously shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm standing underneath a buttery moon That's all melted off to one side

It was just about that time that the sun came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
At the foot of 23rd Street and a dracula moon in a black disguise
Was making its way back to its pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel
The El train tumbled across the trestles
And it sounded like the ghost of Gene Krupa
With an overhead cam and glasspacks
And the whispering brushes of wet radials on wet pavement
With a traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
And the rhapsody of the pending evening
I leaned up against my bannister
And I've been looking for some kind of an emotional investment
With romantic dividends, yeah kind of a physical negotiation is underway
Well, as I attempt to consolidate all my missed weekly rendezvous
Into one-low-monthly payment, through the nose, yeah
With romantic residuals and legs akimbo
But the chances are that more than likely
Standing underneath a moon holding water
I'll probably be held over for another smashed weekend

(Tom Waits 1975)
This is about a um...I'd kinda reached the end of an emotional cul-de-sac one particular evening um. It's a strange sort of evening, I ending up at a little fine old place called 'The Three little Pigs'. Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the, the three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination from a double knit character in the corner.

Warm Beer And Cold Women
(Tom Waits 1975)
One of those nights

And it's warm beer and cold women, know I just don't fit in
Cause every joint I stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been
All these double knit strangers with
gin and vermouth and recycled stories in the naugahyde booths

With the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes
I'll be drinkin' to forget you
I'll light another cigarette
And the band's playing something by Tammy Wynette
And the drinks are on me tonight

All my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby
Boring some sailor as I try to get through
I just want him to listen now
I said that's all you have to do
He said I'm better off without you till I showed him my tattoo

And now the moon's rising, ain't got no time to lose
Time to get down to drinking
Tell the band to play the blues
Now the drink's are on me, I'll buy a couple rounds
At the last ditch attempt saloon

Warm beer, cold women, No I just don't fit in
Every joint I stumbled into tonight
That's just how it's been
All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth
Receding hairlines in the naugahyde booths

And the platinum blonde, tobacco brunette
I'll be drinking to forget you babe
I'll light a menthal another cigarette
And the band's playing something by Johnnie Barnett
At the last ditch hotel saloon

(Tom Waits 1975)
I wanna tell you a story here. It's about a place called Putnam county.
How's the service here? It's alright? I mean I give you beer and everything, don't have to pay or nothing. Well they hit you up at the door on the way out.

Putnam County
(Tom Waits 1975)
I guess things were always kinda quiet around Putnam County
Kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts of the 2-lane
That was stretched out just like an asphalt dance floor
Where all the oldtimers would in bib jeans and store bought boots
Were hunkering down in the dirt to lie about their lives
And the places that they'd been
And they'd Suck on Coca Colas and be spittin' Days Work
they's be suckin' on Coca Colas, yeah and be spittin' Day's Work
Until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and...
And the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye of 2am
And the Stratocasters slung over the Burgermeister beer guts
And the swizzle stick legs jacknifed over naugahyde stools, yeah
And the witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors
Pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulges
And the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes
Wearing Prince Machiavelli something (I don't know) Estee Lauder smells so sweet
And I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings over mixed drinks
As Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall concentration
And knit their brows to cover the entire Hank Williams Song Book
Whether you like it or not
And the old National register was...was singing to the tune of $57.57, yeah
And then it's last call, one more game of 8 ball
Berneice would be putting the chairs on the tables
And someone come in say "Hey man, anyone got any Jumper Cables
Is that a 6 or a 12 volt?", yeah
And all the studs in town would toss 'em down
And claim to fame as they stomped their feet
Yeah, boasting about being able to get more ass than a toilet seat
And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords were coughing and wheezing
And they perculated as they tossed the gravel
Underneath the fenders to weave home a wet slick anaconda of a two lane
Tire irons and a crowbars a rattling
With a tool box and a pony saddle
you're grinding gears and your shifting into first
Yeah and that goddam tranny's just getting worse, man
With the melody of "see ya later's"
And screwdrivers on carburettors
Talking shop about money to loan
And palominos and strawberry roans, yeah
See ya tomorrow, hello to the Mrs
With money to borrow and goodnight kisses
As the radio spit out Charlie Rich, man
And he sure can sing that sonofabitch
And you weave home, yeah weaving home
Leaving the little joint winking in the dark warm narcotic American night
Beneath a pin cushion sky and it's home to toast and honey
Gotta start up the Ford
Yeah and your lunch money's right over there on the draining board
And toilet's running, ah Christ, shake the handle
And the telephone's ringing it's Mrs Randal
And where the hell are my goddam sandals?
What do you mean the dog chew up my left foot?
With the porcelain poodles and the glass swans
Staring down from the knick knack shelf, yeah
And the parent permission slips for the kids' field trips
Yeah and pair of Muckalucks scraping across the shag carpet, well
And the impending squint of first light
And it lurked behind a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam
Yeah and it'd would be pulling up any minute now
Just like a bastard amber Velveeta yellow cab on a rainy corner
And be blowing its horn, in every window in town

Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission)
(Tom Waits/Chuck E. Weiss 1975)
Well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip
Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
And it shook out the street as the stew bums showed up
Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks
And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
Yeah and the parking lots growled
My old sports coat full of promissory notes
And a receipt from a late night motel
The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
And he got a message for you to beware
Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
Dishing out more than a good man can bear

And I got shoes untied, my shirt tail's out
Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance
Just an apartment for rent down the block
Ivar Theater with live burlesque
Man, the manager's scowlin' with his feet on his desk
Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurtin'
And then push came to shove and shove came to biff
Girls like that just lay you out stiff
Maybe I'll go to Cleveland or, you know, get me a tattoo or something
My brother-in-law lives there

And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue
Was that a Malibu?
Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift
coming on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah
'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place
We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo'
'No thank you', she said
'Got any Stan Getz records?'
'No man, I got eh Smothers Brothers'

So I combed back my Detroit, Jacked up my pegs
I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jacknifed my legs
Yeah I got designs on a moving violation
Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind
And it's getting mighty cold
It's colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog
With 9 sucking pups pulling a number 4 trap up a hill
In the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm
With a mouth full of porcupine quills


Well I don't need you baby, you see it's a well known fact, you know
I'm 4 sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone
I'm glad you're gone cause I'm finally alone
Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home, yeah
And I struggled out of bed
Cause the dawn was crackin' hard just like a bullwhip
And it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before
As it shook out the streets
The stew bums showed up just like bounced checks
Rubbin' their necks and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol
And my old sports coat full of promissory notes
And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind
He got a message for you to beware
Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion
He be dishing out more than a good man can bear
Well let's take it to Bakersfield get a little apartment somewhere

(Tom Waits 1975)
Nobody, Nobody
Will ever love you the way I could love you
Cause nobody, nobody's is that strong
Love's bitter sweet, life's treasures deep
No one can keep a love that's gone wrong

Nobody, Nobody
Will love you the way that I could
Cause nobody, body's that strong
Cause nobody's that strong

Nobody, Nobody
Will ever love you the way I could love you
Cause nobody, nobody's that strong
You've had many lovers, you'll have many others
But they'll only just break your poor heart in two

Nobody, Nobody
Will love you the way that I could
Cause nobody's, body that strong
Cause nobody is that strong

(Tom Waits 1975)
Well now, it's story time again. I'm gonna tell you a story about a truck driver. Story's written by a guy named Red Sovine, it's call 'The Ballad Of Big Joe And Phantom 309'.

Big Joe And Phantom 309
(Tommy Faile)
I just happened to be back on the east coast a few years back
I was trying to make me a buck like everybody else
I was glad if times didn't get hard, Christ I got down on my luck
And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbing my way back to my old hometown
You know I made quite a few miles in the first couple of days
You know I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held out this way
You know it was the third night I got stranded
It was out at a cold lonely crossroads as the rain came pouring down
Man I was a hungry, I was a hungry, tired,freezing, caught myself a chill
It was just about that time...
It was just about that time that the lights of an old semi topped the hill
you should of seen me smile when I heard them air brakes come on
yeah and I climbed up in that cab where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel, well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
As he stuck out a big hand and he said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name and this here rig's called Phantom 309"
Well I asked him why he called his rig such a name
But he just turned to me and said
"Why son don't you know this here rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame
Why there ain't a driver, no there ain't a diver on this
Or any other line for that matter that's seen nothing
But the taillights of Big Joe and Phantom 309"
So we rode and we talked the better part of the night
And I told my stories and Joe told his
And I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
Pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man that dashboard was lit like the old Madam La Rue pinball
A serious semi truck
Until almost mysteriously
Well it was the lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight
Joe turned to me and said
"I'm sorry son but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go
You see, you see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn just up the road a piece"
But I'll be damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he threw her in low
And said "Go on in there son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee on Big Joe"
I mean to tell you man, when Joe and his rig pulled off into the night
Man in nothing flat they was clean outa sight
So I walked into the stop and ordered me up a cup of mud saying
"Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but
It got so deathly quiet in that place
Yeah got so deathy quiet in that place you could of heard a pin drop
And as the waiter's face turned kinda pale
I said "What's the matter did I say somethin' wrong?"
I kinda said with a half way grin
He said "No son, you see It'll kinda happen every now and then
Cause every driver in here knows Big Joe son
But let me tell you what happened just ten years ago
Yeah it was ten years ago out there at that cold lonely crossroads
There was a whole bus load of kids and they were just comin' from school
And they were right in the middle when Joe topped the hill
And could have been slaughtered except Joe turned his wheels
And he jacknifed, yeah, he jacknifed and he went into a skid
You know folks around here, well say he gave his life to save that bunch of kids
And out there at that cold lonely crossroads
Well they say it was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309
But it's funny you know cause, cause every now and then
Yeah every now and then, when the moon's holdin' water
Well they say old Joe will stop and give you a ride
It seems just like you, some hitchhiker will be coming by"
"So here son," he said to me
"You get yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the house
I kinda want you to hang on to that dime
Yeah I kinda want you hang on to that dime as a kind of souvenir
I want you to keep that dime as a souvenir of Big Joe
Of Big Joe and Phantom, Big Joe and Phantom 309"

Spare Parts II And Closing
(Tom Waits 1975)
I'd like to thank you all very much for coming this evening. It's really made my night, it would have been real strange here if nobody would have showed up.
I'd like to introduce my group this evening, and uh it's been a real preasure and a, a preasure and a plivilege to work with these gentlemen. I'd like to introduce, please give a warm round of applause for Micheal Melvoin on piano. On saxophone, Pete Christlieb. On bass, Jim Hughart. And on drums, Bill Goodwin. They all come from good families, over the years they just kinda individually developed some ways about them that just aren't right you know.
I was real pleased. I noticed everybody coming in this evening, your all decked out in full regalia and everything and uh, appreciate getting dressed up for an affair such as this. You know it's always something I've tried to be concerned about as possible. And uh, somebody said to me one day, 'Christ Waits, you look so God damn raggerdy, why don't you get yourself something to wear? You know.'
I said, 'Well, not a bad idea.' Maybe a serious seersucker Saturday evening cranberry accoutrement ensemble would be nice. So I went down to Zyder and Zyder, I said I want something to shock. I said, I'm in the kinda in the market in the neighbourhood of something like uh, maybe some green gabardines with boneroo breeches and a leviticously deteronomous sort of catastrophic lunch box stetson. You know, like some danger hi voltage slacks with a high top, mid noon, brush suede penny loafers so I can be passing out wolf tickets regardless of where I go.
Walk into the twenty grand club and the Soul and Inspirations are playing, yeah and your cutting a rug and pulling on the coat and the band is kicking and doing something like a long version of 'Harlem Nocturne' or something. You get designs on a girl in the corner and you say, 'Say baby, you live around here?'
Yeah I think I'm gonna plant you now and I'm gonna dig you later. Make like a bakery truck and haul buns. Make like a hockey player and get the puck outta here. I gotta go see a man about a dog. See you later.
Thank you very much for coming this evening.